Chapter 40
Fu Chi untied one and stopped, not looking down, staring at her, as if inviting. Zhou Jintong averted his eyes and pulled it with his hands. One button was not big enough to see the wound, so another one had to be undone, but judging by Fu Chi's appearance, he probably didn't intend to continue.
Zhou Jintong imitated his words and calmed down.
He untied two more, the collar was open, and the wound was completely exposed. The gauze on it was still wet, and Fu Chi hadn't taken it off. Zhou Jintong gently tore it off and put it aside. The wound inside was slightly swollen like soaking in water for a long time. She also smelled the cold breath wrapped around Fu Chi's body, especially cold in the air-conditioned room.
Zhou Jintong said, "Call me if it hurts."
Fu Chi nodded.
It was Zhou Jintong's first time dealing with such a serious wound, and he was more careful than ever. He took a cotton swab dipped in iodophor and touched it gently, for fear of hurting him. There was slight pain when iodophor wiped off the tooth marks, Fu Chi frowned, squinting, seeing her serious and careful look, couldn't help but want to rub her head.
Fu Chi hissed.
Zhou Jintong stopped her hands nervously, looked at him in a panic, and asked for confirmation: "Is it because my hands are
too strong?" The tears continued, the eyes were red, and even the tear mole was stained with grievance, looking at her pitifully.
"I'll be gentler." Zhou Jintong couldn't look into his eyes, and lowered her head to focus on her own business. Her iodophor was almost done, and now she needed gauze. The gauze in the medicine box had already been cut, and she added a few more layers.
Fu Chi yelled again.
Zhou Jintong withdrew her hand, "It hurts again."
"Yes, so Tongtong is more gentle." Fu Chi's eyes were full of water, and when he looked at you, he was full of accusations. Zhou Jintong's hand was already very light, and he couldn't even bear it, which meant that she bit deeply. Thinking that it was caused by herself, she was very patient, and whispered while tearing the sticker, "What shall we have for lunch?" The
topic jumped, Fu Chi was silent.
Zhou Jintong posted the note, and then asked, "Don't you order a cake for your birthday?"
Fu Chi was still troubled by what to have for lunch, so he didn't reply for a while. He asked Zhou Jintong in the morning, but he didn't get an answer. Ask, really ask. Just as he was thinking, Zhou Jintong had already dealt with the stickers, and at the end he blew it up. When Fu Chi realized that she was diverting her attention, he had already started packing the medicine box.
Fu Chi smiled: " It's gone bad."
Zhou Jintong also smiled: "It's not worse than you." The
medicine box was closed, the discarded cotton swabs were placed on the counter, and Zhou Jintong returned to a safe distance. Fu Chi fastened the buttons in an orderly manner, and raised his wrist to check the time. In a blink of an eye, it was indeed lunch time. Fu Chi kept buttoning the buttons, and threw the question back, "What do you want for lunch?"
Zhou Jintong was not hungry, and she hadn't moved all morning.
She shook her head: "I don't want to eat."
Fu Chi thought she was making a fuss again, and said thoughtfully, "Besides letting you go out, just say what you want to eat."
"I really don't want to eat!" In the days of manipulation, I ate, slept, and ate, and it was like this every day, and the response I got was very fruitful, and my whole waist was fatter.
"That's fine." Fu Chi got up, picked up the medicine box, "I'll get you a glass of milk."
He went out with the cup and the book he brought at the beginning, and after a while, he held a warm cup in his hand. Here comes the milk. Zhou Jintong was not hungry but very thirsty, and drinking some milk would not take up her stomach, she reached out to take it, drank it in a small sip, and returned the empty glass to Fu Chi's hand, he was not in a hurry to go out, just smiled.
An hour later, Fu Chi checked all the doors and windows of the room, closed the curtains, walked to the bed and looked at the sleeping soundly, with a smile in his eyes, brushed away the broken hair on her forehead and kissed her like a superficial kiss, After muttering a few words in a low voice, he turned around and left the room, locked the door, and went directly downstairs to leave the villa.
Mr. Gao's car was parked outside the door. Seeing him coming out, he got out of the car and went around to the right side of the car to open the door for him.
"When did he come back?"
"Four hours ago."
Fu Chi rubbed his brows in annoyance, motioning for Mr. Gao to drive. Mr. Gao knew what he was doing. Before he left, he looked at the villa and said very worriedly: "Master Chi, is it appropriate for Miss Zhou to stay inside alone?"
Fu Chi turned cold and said in a deep voice Said: "It has nothing to do with you."
Mr. Gao stopped talking.
The car arrived at Fu's house after driving for more than half an hour. Zhang's mother opened the door early and waited for him. When he appeared, she rushed up to meet him, and said with concern: "Master Chi, where are you going? Mister has been waiting for you for a long time." "
Fu Chi sensed something was wrong and asked, "Is there a visitor?" Zhang's
mother nodded, "Well, Mr. Xu is here, and..." She stopped talking, met Fu Chi's suspicious gaze, and said, "Xia Wen Miss."
Fu Chi twitched the corners of his lips, the strangeness of these two people, in the past they only showed up when Fu Minglin was around, last time when Fu Minglin came back they didn't come, Fu Chi was surprised for a while. Zhang Ma led the way and led him in. In the living room, Fu Qian was dressed in a neat suit, looking tired and talking to the father and daughter of the Xu family opposite.
Fu Qian heard the movement, looked towards the door, and said kindly: "I'm back, your Uncle Xu and Sister Xia Wen came to see you."
Fu Chi Shuli nodded and said hello.
Xu Shaohong was a few years younger than Fu Qiannian, but he looked older than Fu Qian, with a few white hairs on his temples, and he smiled kindly and said: "Old Fu, it's been a long time since I've seen you, Xiao Chi has grown so tall, he looks very talented."
" Your family, Xia Wen, is also very slim." Fu Qian replied.
Xu Xiawen has been laughing awkwardly since he came to Fu's house. Seeing that Fu Chi saw someone his age, he showed a relaxed smile and got up to meet him, wanting to help him familiarly: "Long time no see, Fu Chi."
Fu Chi Hurry up and take a few steps, staggering her.
Xu Xiawen smiled awkwardly.
Fu Qian beckoned him to sit beside him, but Fu Chi was reluctant to sit down, and raised his peach eyes slightly to glance at Xu Shaohong, thinking to himself that something was bothering him again. Next, Fu Qian and Xu Shaohong began to talk about the company's affairs, national affairs, and then turned to people's livelihood issues, and finally went around the wedding of a certain shareholder's son. On Fu Chi and Xu Xiawen who refused.
Xu Shaohong smiled and said: "Little Chi, your sister Xia Wen finally came here, you take her around."
Fu Qian responded: "Yes."
Xu Xiawen waved his hands again and again, and said anxiously: "No need, Fu Uncle, it’s fine for me to stay here, it’s not hot.”
Fu Chi: “Yeah.”
Xu Shaohong and Fu Qian looked at each other and stepped back, Fu Qian said to him: “Then take Xia Wen to your room to sit. Sit down, she has good grades, you can ask her if you don't understand anything, you don't have to wait for brother to come back."
Fu Chi got up and took a detour upstairs.
Xu Xiawen followed.
They couldn't see the view on the second floor. Fu Chi didn't take anyone to his room. He took Xu Xiawen to the study room that had been closed for a long time, pointed to the neat rows of bookshelves and said, "Look, there are many books here that Fu Minglin has read." "
Xu Xiawen: "Thank you."
Fu Chi leaned on the door, "What the hell is going on with your family? Don't wait for my brother to start looking for me."
Fu Chi's heart is like a mirror, his father Fu Qian has a company , one of the best in the country, well-known all over the world, he didn't know it clearly, because it has nothing to do with him. A few years ago, he woke up one night and couldn't sleep. He heard the conversation between the husband and wife in the living room and said that the company belonged to Fu Minglin. .
Because of this, Fu Qian had a headache for a while.
As for the Xu family, ever since Fu Chi could remember, the two families had intended to marry, and the protagonists were none other than Fu Minglin and Xu Xiawen.
So he didn't understand what happened today.
Xu Xiawen was stunned, turned around and smiled, "It's nothing, my dad hasn't seen you for a long time, come and see."
"It's not necessary." Fu Chi sneered, he remembered that Xu Shaohong didn't smile when he saw him before.
Xu Xiawen was also very reluctant. She originally intended for Fu Minglin. In her eyes, how could a brother who was worthless in everything compare to a brother who was proficient in everything and was gentle and polite. When she thought of Fu Minglin's usual gentle smile towards her, she couldn't help but smile. Cheerfully walked to the bookshelf to pick up the books Fu Minglin had read.
Fu Chi followed her.
The two downstairs chatted happily, Mama Zhang would refill the tea from time to time, and Fu Chi listened to the conversation, reckoning there would be a while. He folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe dejectedly, with his toes pointing to the ground, and his brows were filled with sorrow. He was worried that Zhou Jintong would wake up from the medicine and be afraid that he would be alone in an empty room.
He went back to his room and kept looking at his watch.
The Xu family's father and daughter's visit lasted until four o'clock. Before leaving, Fu Qian forced someone to stay after dinner before returning, but Xu Shaohong declined politely. Fu Chi breathed a sigh of relief, and waved to Xu Shaohong and the others with a distant expression. Xu Shaohong said kindly, "Xiao Chi is also on vacation. If you have time, go to my house to play with sister Xia Wen. Uncle will cook for you."
Fu Chi smiled gently and did not respond.
Fu Qian responded for him, and said with a smile: "Okay, when he's free, I'll let him go and play with Xia Wen. Slow down on your way."
"Okay, no more."
After they left, Fu Qian smiled back, Stopping Fu Chi from going out, he asked scoldingly, "Mother Zhang said you were not at home last night, where did you go?"
"Don't worry, there is a place to sleep." Fu Chi couldn't wait to go back. Fu Qian grabbed him, dragged him into the house, told Mama Zhang to close the door, and said sharply, "What are you talking about! Mom just went out yesterday, and you didn't come back. Say, where did you go last night?"
"Smell The Chao family." Fu Chi communicated with Wen Chao in advance, and he would not be afraid that Fu Qian would not believe him to investigate.
Fu Qian was not at home all year round, so he didn't know enough about Fu Chi, but he had heard Wen Chao's name, and knew that he went to a decent place and didn't cause trouble, so he stopped worrying. Seeing that Fu Chi was still looking out, he said tiredly: "I'm at home tonight, you don't have to go to Wen Chao's house, I'll take you to Jinling Terrace Hotel for dinner tomorrow."
Fu Chi said bluntly: "I don't want to go."
Fu Qian Can't help him: "You have to go!"
Look, what an annoying father, the life that my brother doesn't want will be forced to him.
Fu Chi said firmly: "I don't want to go."
"You—"
"Brother is coming back soon, let him go with you." After Fu Chi finished speaking, he bypassed him and went upstairs. Fu Qian would definitely not allow him to go out at this stage. He has to go back to his room and wait, and he will have a chance when Fu Qian enters the room.
Fu Qian gritted his teeth angrily. He was used to Fu Chi's disobedience and felt dissatisfied. He was away from home, sitting in the top spot, and the people under him were always subservient and flattering. He could hardly bear the anger. But Fu Chi gave him a face, and he often thought that if Fu Minglin hadn't been sick, there would be no Fu Chi at all.
He sat on the sofa and called Rong Manli.